It's time for my timeout.
I'll wear the duncehat in the corner,
I really won't talk about feelings anymore.
I told you so-
I can't do this for so long.
I'll sit on the stool facing the wall.
I'll think until my head becomes pretty sore.
Yes, go ahead-
I hate this fucked up room.
Send me to the back of the class,
And I promise I won't fuck up anymore.
I just said a bad word.
So won't you please punish me?
Let me sit in the corner until my ass is sore.
If you don't, I'll simply leave class.
The door's right there, I know where it is.
I just don't want to talk about my fucking feelings anymore.